Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART ONE CHAPTER 27
done.... It’s not my fault. But now everything shall go on in a new way. It’s nonsense
to pretend that life won’t let one, that the past won’t let one. One must struggle to
live better, much better.“... He raised his head, and fell to dreaming. Old Laska, who
had not yet fully digested her delight at his return, and had run out into the yard to
bark, came back wagging her tail, and crept up to him, bringing in the scent of fresh
air, put her head under his hand, and whined plaintively, asking to be stroked.
“There, who’d have thought it?” said Agafea Mihalovna. “The dog now...why, she
understands that her master’s come home, and that he’s low-spirited.”
“Why low-spirited?”
“Do you suppose I don’t see it, sir? It’s high time I should know the gentry. Why,
I’ve grown up from a little thing with them. It’s nothing, sir, so long as there’s health
and a clear conscience.”
Levin looked intently at her, surprised at how well she knew his thought.
“Shall I fetch you another cup?” said she, and taking his cup she went out.
Laska kept poking her head under his hand. He stroked her, and she promptly
curled up at his feet, laying her head on a hindpaw. And in token of all now being
well and satisfactory, she opened her mouth a little, smacked her lips, and settling
her sticky lips more comfortably about her old teeth, she sank into blissful repose.
Levin watched all her movements attentively.
“That’s what I’ll do,” he said to himself; “that’s what I’ll do! Nothing’s amiss....
All’s well.”
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